Cutie, Please Marry Me Again (Jenna and Hansen)

Chapter 1660

Jepherson was utterly baffled, his gaze frighteningly chilling. He couldn't help clenching his fists whenever he recalled the incident. Divorcing her was the biggest mistake of his life.

"He didn't die. He left because he had something to deal with, and he sent me out before he left. That's it. Later, something happened to me; he has never given up and kept an eye on me and used the opportunity to take me away."

"He stole my woman then?" Jepherson gnashed his teeth and tightened his hug.

Feeling uncomfortable, Raeleigh pushed Jepherson. "It wasn't his fault. With what happened between us back in the day, I would've still left even if he didn't exist. Capital City wasn't a place for me; I want a quiet life."

"I've been leading my ideal life out there in the past three years."

"We can be too if he wasn't in the picture," Jepherson roared at Raeleigh.

Raeleigh stared at him blankly, "What can't you understand? Capital City is too chaotic. Even if he never came into my life, we would still break up. Whatever's between us has nothing to do with anyone else."

I would've long been dead if it wasn't for him back then!"

"So, you chose to devote your life to him and cast me aside?"

Jepherson shouted at Raeleigh, fuming. Raeleigh yelled in return, "No!"

"Then what is it?"

Raeleigh fell silent.

The complete opposite, Jepherson got up and hurled all that he could in the room, even flipping the coffee table. Staring at the maddened man, Raeleigh sat motionlessly on the sofa, quieter than ever.

It was not until Jepherson was exhausted and everything in the room had been smashed into pieces that Raeleigh stood up, cleaned the room, and took Jepherson's phone to give Xanthus a call, "I'm heading back." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

After hanging up, Jepherson gazed at her. "Where are you going?"

"You force me to stay because you want to keep me by your side, but I don't belong here. I've already given you the sketch. As you said, I can choose not to take anything in return. One way or another, I've completed the assignment Lamarre left me, and this is what I owed you as an employee of the Richards Group. But no matter what, I will still have to leave."

As Raeleigh barely had anything to pack up, she grabbed her luggage and headed for the doorat once. As long as she had a passport, she could go anywhere she wanted. Even if she couldn't leave the country, she had to leave the place. If she were to continue to stay with Jepherson, she would lose herself.

Jepherson pulled her arm and flung her suitcase onto the floor, glaring as he stood in front of her.

Raeleigh's eyes strayed elsewhere. "Let me go."

"You've never loved me, have you?" Jepherson questioned, but she didn't answer, standing rooted to the ground.

"Answer me."

Grabbing Raeleigh's chin, his eyes reflected the agony and suffering confined within his heart.

Raeleigh asked, "If I stay and give myself to you, will you let Cynthia go?"

Jepherson gnashed his teeth. "Will you?"

"Is it a yes or a no?"

"Yes!"

With that, Raeleigh took off her shirt, chucked it aside, then stripped off her bra...

Seeing so, Jepherson turned around, facing the door.

Just then, Stuart knocked on the door. "Mr. Jepherson, is everything alright?"

"Yes." Jepherson's tone was absolutely aloof.

Standing at the door, Stuart said nothing more and retreated to his room.

Raeleigh provoked, "I thought you wanted this? I'm giving myself to you now. Why won't you take it?"

"I want you to do it willingly. I don't want anything from you if you're so resistant against the idea."

With his teeth gnashed, Jepherson took a look at Raeleigh and walked to her suitcase. He took a jacket out and draped it over her before picking up her bra and shirt.

He then changed his clothes and went to smoke by the window.

"If you won't let me go nor release Cynthia, are you going to keep wasting my time until I die?"

"If I can, I'd be more than willing."

Jepherson answered unhesitatingly, standing by the window.

Raeleigh was rendered completely speechless. As she really had enough, she grabbed her clothes and passport and headed straight to the door. Hearing movement behind him, Jepherson chased after her; despite her stride, he still managed to stop her at the door. The two shoved each other, and before they knew it, they fell to the floor.

There was a mat by the door. Jepherson had smashed everything he could in the entire room; that was the only clean spot.

Raeleigh hadn't the faintest idea how they wound up in a position with Jepherson's body pressed against hers. Her clothes were rumpled, while Jepherson only wore a bath towel. With their posture, a romantic atmosphere started to set in, although they were both in a mess.

Gazing at Jepherson, Raeleigh raised her hand with the intention of sending a slap across his face, but Jepherson quickly grabbed it and pressed it down.

Staring at Raeleigh, Jepherson pressed his body down and shackled her hands at the door. Seeing a ribbon hanging at the door, he tugged it and tied her wrists to the doorknob.

"Jepherson..."

"If you feel disinclined to do it, then so be it."

With that, Jepherson landed his lips on hers. Struggling, she was almost out of breath, but Jepherson did not give her any chance to resist until he accidentally entered her. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and dripped between his brows as a look of shock rose to his face.

He stopped and looked at her. "What's wrong?"

Face flushed, burning; tears streamed down Raeleigh's cheeks as she pleaded. "Get off me."

Jepherson leaned closer to her as she grabbed her arms, staring at her weeping eyes, panting. "I want to, but I can't stop myself..."

The next second, he shackled her waist as if to devour her. In a few hours, he exhausted her.

Raeleigh cried until her throat was sore and later quieted down.

What followed was her sleep.

Before falling asleep, Jepherson tied Raeleigh's hand to his with the ribbon to prevent her from leaving without him knowing. Just like that, the two slept at the door.

Raeleigh was worn out, still asleep when Jepherson rose. Feeling cold, she snuggled in his arms.

Jepherson opened his eyes and shifted. He then untied the ribbon, carried Raeleigh in his arms, and headed to the bathroom. The room was in utter mess.

He went into the bathtub with Raeleigh in his arms. Raeleigh was rather lost when she stirred, staring at Jepherson, not knowing whether to leave or not.

"He didn't touch you, did he?" Jepherson asked.

Raeleigh turned her head away, refusing to answer the question. Jepherson mused. "It's tight."

Raeleigh blushed, her face glowing with red radiance as if she had a fever.

Leaning against the tub, Jepherson said, "Don't leave. If he comes, I'll deal with him."

Raeleigh turned to glower at him. "Quit joking. I won't stay, and you know it."

"But now, you're mine. He can no longer touch you."

"I didn't give my consent." Resigned, Raeleigh shifted away. As she was naked, she felt awkward moving away from him.

She didn't even have the feeling in the past. Maybe she did, but she had long forgotten.

When Raeleigh turned around, Jepherson approached her from behind and pressed her against the edge of the bathtub with his hands placed on its edge.